The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs & Lyrics

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460 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
The young lover saw that she passed it, and sigh'd,
Gillyflower, gentle rosemary; They say his heart broke, and he certainly died,
While the dews fell over the mulberry-tree.
Now all you fair ladies, take warning by this,
Gillyflower, gentle rosemary; And never refuse your young lovers a kiss,
While the dews fall over the mulberry-tree.